When the woollen-draper was nearly worn out, the Amazon watched her opportunity, and hitting him on the arm, disabled it. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his cockaded hat and handing it over. "But he can't be far off. He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and pulled off her clothes. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. Which was not to say that ladies were not interested in him.
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